Snow on the East Wind
A black horse came to visit us,
His hooves on the hills drumming
All the way from the Caucasus,
And was three days coming.
On his back was a lady light,
And cruelly did she ride him.
He dropped dead at our doors by night
As she softly stepped from astride him.
---
Edward Plunkett
from Fifty Poems, 1930
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]
Edward Plunkett, Lord Dunsany biography
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